On Monday here in Spain was a public holiday, so everything was closed. I decided to make prepare some snacks and head to the BMX track. Riding is mint, I remember again how in manuals I need to move my whole body. Almost like dancing. It's midday and track is full of kids. All ages, all sort of bikes, just having fun. There only one other bmx racer excluding me. Or I just think so because of his bike. I still don't speak Spanish. Have learned about one word per day, and forgot most of them :D
My legs are kinda burning so I decide to take a break. I go for a ride around the city to find my new home. I'm supposed to by it on the following day. It's little more complicated than in Finland, but nothing like nuclear physics. You are able to handle the things on your own if you want. Usually people have somekind of an assistant for buying the apartments. They check that there is not any old pills to pay or anything like that. Usually in Finland you get all the details from the apartment and the house when you go to look it the first time. I was going to buy the apartment but still hadn't got to know how much is the community payments, how many squar meters there is, when the house has been built... nothing! And that seems to be normal. In the beginning I was looking for an assistant but the prices where over 2000€ so almost by an accident I just got everything sorted out by myself.
I found the street where I thougt it is. I'm checking out little bit and counting all the things together: ”no it just can't be this”, ”maybe this was some other aparment we went to see”. On the next day I call the real astate company for the addres. They say the same one where I were on the day before. Damn, but I was sure it can't be that one: ”Am I buying a wrong apartment?” There is few hours anymore before we are supposed to make the deal. (And of course I had booked a BMX training on those last hours). I run to the bank to get the check. I ask the bank officer to call the real estate company. I get on BMX track, had an awesome training, go back to the down town the fastest I can (and truly sweatty). We get to the notary, the person who makes everything official. They also tell if there is any unpaid bills etc. Notary asks me something like: ”is this the right address?” I'm totally uncomfortable to say anything, because after saying yes, there is no going back. I tell him; ”if it's the one the pictures (on my phone)”. Real estate dude, Hugo, says:” Yes it is”. That's it. I give the check and I need to come back in about a week to pay the taxes, the bill from the notary will be posted to me. Hugo will help me to get water and electricity on (it's not always like that, you need to ask about it). I get the keys to my apartment, althoug I don't get the keys to the door to get in the house. Hugo will also get me that.
My legs are kinda burning so I decide to take a break. I go for a ride around the city to find my new home. I'm supposed to by it on the following day. It's little more complicated than in Finland, but nothing like nuclear physics. You are able to handle the things on your own if you want. Usually people have somekind of an assistant for buying the apartments. They check that there is not any old pills to pay or anything like that. Usually in Finland you get all the details from the apartment and the house when you go to look it the first time. I was going to buy the apartment but still hadn't got to know how much is the community payments, how many squar meters there is, when the house has been built... nothing! And that seems to be normal. In the beginning I was looking for an assistant but the prices where over 2000€ so almost by an accident I just got everything sorted out by myself.
I found the street where I thougt it is. I'm checking out little bit and counting all the things together: ”no it just can't be this”, ”maybe this was some other aparment we went to see”. On the next day I call the real astate company for the addres. They say the same one where I were on the day before. Damn, but I was sure it can't be that one: ”Am I buying a wrong apartment?” There is few hours anymore before we are supposed to make the deal. (And of course I had booked a BMX training on those last hours). I run to the bank to get the check. I ask the bank officer to call the real estate company. I get on BMX track, had an awesome training, go back to the down town the fastest I can (and truly sweatty). We get to the notary, the person who makes everything official. They also tell if there is any unpaid bills etc. Notary asks me something like: ”is this the right address?” I'm totally uncomfortable to say anything, because after saying yes, there is no going back. I tell him; ”if it's the one the pictures (on my phone)”. Real estate dude, Hugo, says:” Yes it is”. That's it. I give the check and I need to come back in about a week to pay the taxes, the bill from the notary will be posted to me. Hugo will help me to get water and electricity on (it's not always like that, you need to ask about it). I get the keys to my apartment, althoug I don't get the keys to the door to get in the house. Hugo will also get me that.
What ever comes now, I don't really care anymore. The stress I have had raising for a month is gone. The apartment is what it is, if I don't have kitchen then I can eat cold smoked salmon because you don't need to bake it or nothing and I will be fine.
The picture I made for Finnish Independence Day 6th of Dec
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